Heavenly Rebellion: The Human Race's Rise to Prominence
Chapter 138: Anger

Chapter 138: Anger

"Do you still think we’re kids, Chen Zi? That you’re still the genius of yesteryear?" Wei Chuan sneered, his voice dripping with disdain.

"Or did you forget how I crushed you under my heel in the Heavenfire Secret Realm?"

He chuckled coldly before his lips curled into a cruel grin.

"In fact, I don’t even know how you can stand here acting so arrogant when you couldn’t even protect your own wife. Tell me, what kind of man are you, really?"

Wei Chuan burst into hearty laughter, but his eyes gleamed with malice.

The moment those words left his mouth, Chen Zi’s gaze turned terrifyingly sharp.

A monstrous killing intent erupted from his body, so overwhelming that he didn’t hesitate—his sword was already raised high above his head, spiritual energy surging toward it.

WHOOSH!

A sinister force stirred. Nethersoul Poison coiled around Chen Zi like a living shadow, gathering in thick, writhing tendrils before surging into his blade.

The weapon trembled, its edge radiating a blinding, malevolent purple light.

"YOU BASTARD, HOW DARE YOU!!"

Chen Zi roared, his voice shaking with fury.

Without hesitation, he brought his sword down, releasing a devastating wave of sword qi that tore through the air, hurtling straight toward Wei Chuan.

"Nethersoul Sword Art: Netherpoison Light!"

But Wei Chuan remained unfazed. He didn’t flinch, didn’t retreat.

Instead, he calmly raised his hand—his flesh twisting as it transformed, reptilian scales spreading across his arm like an impenetrable armor.

BOOM!

The ground beneath him erupted, sending jagged chunks of earth flying in all directions.

The debris surged forward, fusing together into a colossal stone shield that pulsed with immense spiritual energy.

"Stonehide Dragon Art: Stonehide Shield Wall!"

The moment the two attacks collided—BOOM!—a deafening explosion rocked the battlefield.

Spiritual energy surged outward in a chaotic storm, tearing through the surroundings like a hurricane of raw force.

Nearby, the Frostvenom Python sensed the incoming shockwave. Its cold, calculating eyes narrowed before it opened its maw, exhaling a thick stream of spiritual energy.

In an instant, a shimmering barrier formed around its massive body, shielding it from the raging blast.

The remaining Foundation Establishment cultivators of the Wei Clan, seeing the shockwave barreling toward them, quickly reacted.

Concerned for the lower-level cultivators in their ranks, they raised their hands in unison, forming a powerful spiritual energy barrier to shield their clan members from the devastating impact.

They’re so strong...

Lin Feng clenched his fists. The sheer difference in power between him—merely at the Qi Condensation level—and these mighty cultivators was staggering.

A single attack from either side wouldn’t just kill him—it would leave the entire battlefield in ruins, utterly unrecognizable.

Beside him, Chen Mei noticed the frustration flickering across his face, and an ache bloomed in her chest.

Without thinking, she quickly reassured him, "You don’t have to worry, Lin Feng. We’re still young. One day, we’ll reach Foundation Establishment too!"

Lin Feng blinked, momentarily pulling his gaze away from the fierce battle.

He turned to look at Chen Mei, her determined purple eyes reflecting the raging storm of emotions within him.

"Yeah, I know," he murmured. "It’s just... seeing the difference in power between me and them is hard to ignore."

It was clear this thought had been weighing on him for a long time.

Chen Mei hesitated, sensing that Lin Feng still felt troubled.

She struggled to find the right words—something, anything, to lift his spirits.

But even so, she wasn’t willing to give up. She took a breath and opened her mouth to speak—

"Once we get to Brightshore City, you can apply for Brightshore Academy. There, you’ll learn everything about the Foundation Establishment realm—what makes it special and how to break through," Chen Mei said, her voice filled with encouragement.

She carefully observed Lin Feng, hoping her words would lift his spirits.

To her relief, she saw a change in his expression.

That’s right! Lin Feng’s mind suddenly cleared.

Once I get to Brightshore City, I’ll figure out how to break through to Foundation Establishment.

And besides... he was already at the seventh level of Qi Condensation, just weeks after forming his Heaven’s Pact.

His unique ability—absorbing the spiritual energy of those he killed—was an overwhelming advantage, allowing him to climb the ranks at a speed most cultivators could only dream of.

I’ll catch up to those so-called geniuses in no time!

His frustration gradually faded, replaced by a firm resolve.

There was no point in dwelling on things he couldn’t control.

"Thanks for cheering me up, Chen Mei. I really appreciate it," Lin Feng said, turning to look at her.

For a moment, he was captivated.

Her flawless porcelain skin, deep purple eyes, and flowing black hair made her seem almost otherworldly—like a goddess descended to the mortal realm.

She’s definitely beautiful.

Chen Mei, seeing the dazed look in Lin Feng’s eyes, felt her cheeks burn.

A warmth spread across her face as a flurry of thoughts rushed through her mind.

This scoundrel... Is he not afraid that I’ll beat him up if he keeps gawking at me like this?!

Chen Mei felt a mix of annoyance and amusement.

The fact that Lin Feng was clearly attracted to her made her heart flutter, even as she fought the urge to roll her eyes.

Just as she was about to say something, a sudden eruption of spiritual energy tore through the battlefield, violently shattering the fleeting moment they had shared.

Both Lin Feng and Chen Mei snapped their gazes forward—and their eyes widened in shock.

Standing before them was a colossal stone lizard, its entire body radiating a powerful dark yellow spiritual energy that pulsed like a living force.

Towering over the battlefield, the creature exuded an overwhelming pressure, its rocky form appearing both ancient and indomitable.

Atop the beast stood Wei Chuan, his expression dark with fury.

A thin trickle of blood ran down the side of his chest staining his skin, evidence that he had not emerged unscathed from his clash with Chen Zi.